Sure enough, Xiao Wu went to look for it and found traces of a rope tied on a tree.
This also confirmed that Qi Yue's reasoning was completely correct.
But, how could two idiots and one idiot know such a complicated crime modus operandi?
It's a pity that Er Sha died.
How he died is still unknown.
Qiyue felt a sudden pain in her wrist.
She lifted up her sleeves and saw that the pattern gave off a faint halo.
Something was pounding in my head.
He held his forehead with his hand and leaned against the wall.
"What's wrong, Xiaomiao?"
Feng Zhonglin was hurriedly concerned.
Xiao Wu was also worried: "Sister Miao, are you thinking too much?
You are tired."
He brought a small bench from one side and said, "Sit down."
"Thank you."
Qiyue's face turned a little pale.
After sitting down, she closed her eyes.
This feeling has never happened before.
Could it be that she was using her brain too much?
In fact, she was very curious as to why there were so many pictures in her mind, as if she was watching from a distance when Er Sha was committing the crime.
Is it also a patterned bracelet on the wrist?
Trying to calm down, the turbidity in my mind gradually dissipated and became clearer.
After taking a deep breath, she slowly opened her eyes.
The eyes are clearer, brighter and more energetic.
Feng Zhonglin asked: "Xiao Miao, do you feel uncomfortable?
I'll ask Xiao Wu to take you back first."
Qi Yue shook her head and said it was okay.
She touched her wrist and stood up: "Er Silly is nearly 1.8 meters tall.
I wanted to pierce an embroidery needle from the top of his head, but he didn't resist at all.
Firstly, this man is very tall.
Secondly, , This person is very trustworthy.
Based on these two points, we can narrow down the scope of the murderer."
As soon as she saw the angry looks on her face from the villagers, she couldn't wait to prove that she hadn't harmed any of them.
Xiao Wu frowned: "Sister Miao, I wonder if there is something wrong.
There is no one taller than Er Sha in the village, even about the same height as him."
After hearing what he said, Qi Yue also frowned and thought for a while.
Indeed, Er Sha can be said to be the tallest person in the village.
Then, we should overturn her first point.
"If I want to say that the people Er Sha trusts the most, it must be Uncle Yang and Aunt Yang.
They are his biological parents."
Xiao Wu tilted his head and thought seriously.
A bold idea popped into Qi Yue's mind, and she looked at Feng Zhonglin with wide eyes.
Feng Zhonglin looked at her with confusion: "What did you think of again?"
Qi Yue moved her lips and shook her head.
How could that be the person she was dearest to?
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How could she do this?
She didn't know why such a thought came into her mind, but she couldn't get rid of it at all.
"Er Silly is a filial child.
After Uncle Yang became paralyzed, he insisted on carrying Uncle Yang out to bask in the sun every day.
He would also wipe Uncle Yang's body regularly.
He would also personally bring water to Aunt Yang to wash her feet.
There was no one in the village who did not say Er Silly A good son."
Qi Yue seemed to be talking to herself, and the picture that came to her mind was that when Er Sha was washing Aunt Yang's feet, the aunt picked up the mending needle and inserted it straight into Er Sha's head.
Er Sha was still staring at his mother stupidly.
In the end, he leaned back and lay flat on the ground.
She couldn't believe that Aunt Yang would kill her son with her own hands.
Why?
When she hurried to Aunt Yang's house with questions, Feng Zhonglin and Xiao Wu looked at each other and followed immediately.
They knew that Qiyue must have known something.
The Yang family is an adobe house with three rooms, a firewood room, a stove room, and the bedroom and main room in the middle.
There is an Eight Immortals table and four high benches in the main room.
Portraits of the door gods Guan Gong and Zhang Fei were posted on the left and right sides of the wooden door.
When you entered the room and looked up, you saw a portrait of the leader and the God of Wealth posted on the wall.
Perhaps it has been too long, and the color of the portrait has faded away, making it a little white.
As soon as I walked into the house, there was a smell of dampness and an indescribable unpleasant smell.
Qi Yue stepped in, followed by Feng Zhonglin and Xiao Wu.
A door was opened on the left side of the hall, and a piece of cloth was used as a curtain.
Gently opening it, the room inside, which was about twenty square meters, was divided into two spaces by a larger piece of cloth, each with a bed.
On the bed next to the window, there was a peaceful old man sleeping with his eyes closed.
He was covered with an old blue quilt and didn't look warm.
In front of the bed, Aunt Yang, who had already buried her son, sat.
There was a basin of water at her feet, and she was wiping Uncle Yang's hands with an indistinguishable towel.
Aunt Yang didn't seem to care about their arrival.
He said softly: "Honey, do you think I did the right thing?
I'm afraid that when we are gone, the child will have no one to take care of him, and I'm afraid that others will bully him.
He will stay with you first, and I will bury him.
It’s time to come and reunite with you.”
When Feng Zhonglin and Xiao Wu heard Aunt Yang's words, their eyes widened in shock.
Could it be that the helpless old man in front of him killed his son?
Qi Yue was not surprised by Aunt Yang's words, she just looked at Uncle Yang sleeping on the bed.
What she didn't expect was that Uncle Yang had already left.
In an instant, she understood why the aunt wanted to kill Er Si.
After wringing out the towel, Aunt Yang stood up, carrying the basin, and walked past Qi Yue and the others as if there was no one else around.
He poured water on the ground outside the door, cleaned it up, and returned to the bed.
He held Uncle Yang's hand tightly and stared at Uncle Yang.
"Auntie, why?"
Qiyue finally spoke.
Aunt Yang slowly turned her face to look at Qi Yue, and a slight smile appeared on her old face: "I didn't expect you to know.
Since I know, I might as well tell you."
Feng Zhonglin immediately signaled Xiao Wu to take out the recording pen and prepare to record what the old man said next.
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